Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock.
— Francis Beaumont
Bad's the best of us.
There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.
Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven.
It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.
You are no better than you should be.
Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme.
Interest makes some people blind, and others quick-sighted.
Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.
But what is past my help is past my care.
Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much.
Kiss till the cow comes home.
